Going Home

You gave me so much pleasure

But caused me so much pain

I really don't believe

That I could go through this again.

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home

I'm going home.

A friend and I were talking

We've been much the same

Both of us decided

To forget you ever came.

I'm going to frame you as a memory

And hang you on the wall

To keep me straight and narrow

Should I ever start to fall.